The night had come, and with it a dark machination stepped closer to being fully realised.

The red-helmed wendigo climbed amongst the steel ruins of what was a grand colony, partially rejuvenated thanks to the master's work. Scores of wendigo scuttled around the buildings, slowly repairing damaged technology and the structures in their own twisted vision. Its master had wanted it, for this fortress was to represent the world to come. It grunted as it jumped upon the gigantic platform, the ones before had used this to receive goods and people from flying metal birds but now it was the master's...personal arena. The edges were laden with sharp jagged metal which connected all the way to a set of giant iron doors, where the master resided and conducted his...personal experiments.

It was a grand view from above even if the visor blackened its vision somewhat, where with eager eyes the master could observe the entire colony and his project. A large towering object loomed inside the middle of the fortress, the human world called this type of weapon a "missile" but here it was known as deliverance. Tens of hundreds worked upon the massive weapon, though the work was crude it was starting to all come together thanks to the tooth and claw of these beings. He entrusted more technical and administrative elements to his disciples, those that had fully succumbed to the wendigo infection but had retained some elements of humanity such as speech and thought.

Heavy footsteps stomped against the fragile metal, and from the darkness of his iron doors the master came forth. A large and intimidating figure with hands big enough to crush a human head with ease, everywhere he walked the living dead bowed to him and death surrounded him as if it were madly in love. The red-helmed wendigo bowed its head as the master walked past, who was eager to see the progress thus far. He rested his clawed hands upon the jagged edges, the only sound that came was the heavy breathing through the holes in his armoured gas mask.

"Report." Came a deep but sharp voice, distorted and muffled by cold steel.

"The-beast-you-tasked-us-to-hunt. It-was-failure." It looked down as it spoke. The master kept on staring towards the project, unmoved by the news.

"You have been a great hunter in the past winters, how could this be?" The wendigo nervously scratched the flesh of its arm.

"The-Sentinel, she-appeared-as-we-attacked." The master's head cocked back, he slowly turned his head towards the wendigo before turning his sights back."She knows of my existence, this I had foreseen."

"What-do-we-do-now-Monarkh?" The wendigo asked with fear oozing from his voice.

"Keep our brethren in good shape, we will continue on with our goal as planned." Monarkh turned back and gestured at the wendigo to leave, heavy footsteps followed into his iron doors. The red light gradually disappeared as the darkness of the doors shrouded the master.

"As for the demon, I will deal with her."

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THE ENDING OF EPISODE 5, WE GET A FIRST GLIMPSE OF OUR MAIN ANTAGONIST MONARKH, THE CREATURE PULLING THE STRINGS BEHIND THE SUDDEN RISE OF THE WENDIGO

HOPE YOU ENJOY

And I hope you'll be looking forward towards the next episode! We're halfway through so these ones are going to get interesting